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アーティスト:Killah Priest  アルバム:Untold Story of Walter Read 

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[Killah Priest] [Killah Priest] The Tetragrammaton squeeze come beneath camera lens Ease some, police come, place cameras on men Deceased ones lay stiff - posin' on cement roses On their lids cold winds blow over the ditch Where the laser pray of that snitch Hollow tips go in clips, four in the whip Peep around the block, thieves around the lots Fiends around the spot, Ds around the clock Midnight comes - here comes the shots Eardrums are shot, the beer from a bum drops Here come the track meat Dude's runnin' like athletes Chased by a black jeep, through the zigzag streets The night looks like a million demon mass A young girl tries screamin' from her plastic bags Takes her last gasp, psycho killer fucks her in the ass Body parts left by the trash Psycho-evaluation, alley's and train stations Lurkin' perverts with small hustlers who heard dirt Let the herb search, a pimp mistreatment Made his bird chirp, the police chrome heat blow your dome piece Cars wit the phone seat, the tales from the lone Priest [Killah Priest] God bonds the prince of the heathens While I rinse from demons, holy water glory aura Around my crown of horror You down today or you down tomorrow I'm dreamin' fallin' asleep in Church tryna stay awake Preacher keep readin' the same verse The offer trays pass by With more cash then I have on my thigh The Pastor ducks somebody did a drive-by Was it for me? The sky looks stormy Or am I high? Leavin' the Church in the rain An old lady came said she was sent to warn me You're runnin' like Jonah Just then my cell phone buzzed I went to pick it up She said: "Try to stay sober"


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